Spice Novels & Stories

Hang out in some cafe after the match and then head back home. But it turned into so much more...just because of a can of soda.

“It was mild! Besides, everyone loves it.” Lucian stared at him like a disappointed parent. “There is no such thing as mild when she specifically said no spice. Why did you ask the chef to add it?” Lisa gasped. “Wait! What? Just wait a damn fucking minute... THIS IS ABOUT SPICE?!” Elara covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. Felix stood defensively against his brother. “It was decorative! That's all!” Lucian: “It was red.” Felix: “It was festive!”

"I'm a grown woman, Noah. Just because you've got five years on me doesn't automatically make you my babysitter. I'm not so little anymore, in case you haven't noticed." Oh, I've noticed alright. "Then, as a friend, can you please come to my place and dry off?" I amend. She sets the coffee in the cup holder and tugs the jacket's sleeves higher once more, the movement stirring the warm air between us. Something drifts across the car, honey first, then a thread of spice beneath it, cinnamon or something, thick enough that it catches at the back of my throat. Strong enough to make me drowsy. I swallow against it. It is a scent I've never associated with her. She

He puts a plate in front of her and opens the dish revealing a grilled pork belly while another dish has macadamia nut-crusted chicken. Rachael takes in the aroma of the food in front of her. There is kimchi soup on another plate, he serves her and she wonders what is going on. Gabriel sits across her, “What are we celebrating?” Rachael asks, “Humans say life is short, so we have to celebrate when we can” Gabriel says as he sips from his glass of champagne. Rachael just nods, “Come on, dig in” Rachael uses the knife to cut a bit of the meat and place it on her plate.

"It’s pozole, Nadia’s favorite. She asked me to bring you some since she knows you’ve never had it." She remembered a conversation with Nadia about soup. Nadia had told her that her favorite soup was spicy and it took two days to cook. When Callie had told her she’d never had it, Nadia had promised she would make some for her someday. Callie hadn’t put any weight on that promise and had forgotten about it.

“Really you find that finny.” “Well I mean come on.” She said as she laughed even harder. “There are other terms for the same process as well. However this allows us to cook the chicken all the way through quicker. He have about two more hours of daylight and now this will be dinner maybe in three hours.” Micha said. “So you just remove the spine?” she asked as she looked more closely. But how are you gonna cook that on the fire?” “Sweetheart if you haven’t guessed this place it special.” Micha said with a deep laugh. “We do have some things here. There is a spit rotator of there near the wall of the ridge. We will just put it on that and let it go.”

It was strange, medieval-like and were stored up here as if stored up like something they wanted generations after generations to have a look at as if it were some old treasure usually kept in the museums. These strange spices weren't even used to cook that was the worst part so Alicia has concluded so far because looking at the tag placed on the jar with names written on it edibly she could tell that these spices are not something to be messed with. She dropped the jar only to pick another, 'Red Rhizoids' she stared at the content inside in powdery form taking the colour of a.dark shady orange. 'Red indeed'

Usually she would make perfume in a normal place, not a hidden place that was huge and full of different spices and herbs like this. "Can I touch it?" Luliyah asked Esther. "Please. These are the spices I chose for the job interview." Esther replied, as she told Luliyah to touch the spices. Luliyah touched the spices on the table and watched them closely, "Cardamom, Iris, Balsam...." She named them as she glanced at Esther. She didn't know whether she should continue or not. "Hmm .. How about that one?" Esther pointed at the spice.

***** ''Wow, Kak Hans, your collection is quite complete,'' said Anindira, seeing the shelves full of neatly arranged dried spices. ''You know all of this?'' Hans asked, probing Anindira's face, which seemed to understand the spices in her house. ''Not all, but I know some...'' Anindira answered confidently. ''This [ginger] is for warming the body. This [turmeric] is for wounds. This [black pepper] is for treating coughs,'' Anindira pointed out one by one the basic ingredients that she often saw in her mother and grandmother's kitchen, ''Those three ingredients are also good for cooking meat.''

“While I often drool when somebody serves me spicy food. Hey, aside from making your hemorrhoids worse…” “Eww!” Soren chuckled. “Spicy food has health benefits.” “Like?” “It helps alleviate your depression.” “Really?” “Yes.” “It helps prevent you from getting cancer or heart disease, it serves as pain reliever, helps you lose weight. The only downside, to get all those benefits, you have to eat nothing but spicy foods.” He chuckled and she wanted to smile because he looked so happy at that moment. “So do you eat food that aren’t cold, too?”